Lily's Wish and the Shocking Splitter

Their skill levels are so mediocre, I feel like dying.

Slam. The door shuts, and Lily steps inside, fidgeting awkwardly in front of me, not knowing what to do with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠herself. Her face is slightly flushed, her hands constantly fiddling with the rubber band at the waist of her training pants. It was a new side of Lily I'd never seen in the practice room while preparing Foxy's album.

"Why are you so tense?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight and asked lightly. Lily ducked her head, unable to meet my eyes properly. Completely different from her usual self. I'd noticed it when she openly said she wanted to date a guy who was good at baseball... but it was surprising how much her attitude had changed just from showing B-grade baseball skills in a variety show game.

...Or maybe not?

She must have had some fondness thanks to my Genius Face and various halo effects, but my baseball skills might have been the trigger.

"Ah, n-no. Just... just..."

Repeating "just" twice while mumbling was utterly adorable. We're the same age, but maybe because of my age from the old world? She felt like a total kid. It was hard to believe this was the same Lily who confidently wore a baseball uniform on stage and in the practice room, belting out the Minions cheer song.

That made me want to tease her even more, so I stepped right up to her.

"Didn't you come in here to have your wish granted?"

As our distance closed, Lily bowed her head deeper, exposing her pale, slender nape.

"Th-that... yes. The wish you mentioned today... yes, my wish."

In truth, it was just a throwaway line for the variety show, meant to rile up Kim Seongchan. I wouldn't have minded getting closer to Lily, but I hadn't expected much. With my future wives and all the pussy lined up, skinship was optional anyway.

But judging by her reaction, I'd touched something deep inside her.

"So... what wish are you gonna ask for?"

She trailed off, her fingers still fidgeting. I stood still, watching her. Her voice carried expectation, excitement, hesitation, anxiety. I wondered what was going through her mind.

Ding-dong.

I opened the Affection Window, and her affection toward me was over 70. That meant I could read Lily's true feelings about me, just like with the others. So I did.

[Ugh... What if he asks for me as his wish?]

[No way? Nah. He wouldn't ask for an autograph or something as a wish, right?]

[A peck? No... a kiss? No way he'd even grope my boobs?]

[Kiss... kiss... Does he put his tongue in? Ah, ah... How do I do it? Unnie Yena told me before...!]

[But is this okay? Unnie Ria is so obvious about liking the producer... Can I really do skinship?]

Reading her thoughts was a boiling cauldron of chaos. Her head might explode if I left her like this for a bit. She didn't seem to have any aversion to skinship, though.

Bored, I even used the Virginity Appraisal on her.

Is it because there are so few men in this world? Lee Seoyeon was rare in her ignorance of men, but Lily was no slouch either.

No, Seoyeon's the impressive one?

Considering her age and the acting world battlefield, maintaining her heart-body purity there made Seoyeon truly remarkable. That's why I made her mine.

Anyway, with my looks, skills, and baseball prowess, I was basically Lily's perfect ideal type right now.

"Yesol?"

Calling her by her real name made her jump, lifting her head in surprise. Her eyes widened as she stared at me.

"Wanna calm down a bit? I'm not some scary guy, right?"

"Uh, uh..."

Her face flushed red again at my words. At this rate, we'd make no progress, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her in. She yielded, falling into my arms.

"...Ah!"

She trembled in shock at the sudden hug, but she didn't push me away or try to escape.

"Will you grant my wish if I ask?"

"S-since it's a promise... yes."

If it's a promise, would she flash me if I asked? The thought almost slipped out, but I held back. If she were like Choi Yeji from Girls Minute or Park Yuseol from Lunabi— a bit worn-in—she'd have spilled everything without hesitation. Hell, she'd probably have my dick in her mouth already. She'd even texted wanting to thank me for the new song and meet up. I'll hit her up later and let her suck me off.

"I didn't achieve a perfect game, though?"

"I-in my heart, you did!"

She blurted it out reflexively, then flushed crimson and bowed her head. Seizing the moment, I cupped her chin with a knowing look and lifted her face. She blinked up at me, swallowed hard, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠closed her eyes. As I brought my face close, her eyelashes fluttered in tension.

I caressed her cheek lightly, then pressed my lips to hers.

"...Mm!"

Lily's first kiss. Her whole body shivered as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠our lips met. But as I slowly slipped my tongue in, she tentatively welcomed me. I felt her grip my shirt. It was a bit uncomfortable, but since it seemed to comfort her, I let it be.

"Mmph... Mmm...!"

Clumsy but full of sincerity, her tongue play. As our hot breaths mingled closer, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her tighter. She stroked her firm ass, then naturally squeezed her perky tits.

"Hngh...!"

She grabbed my arm in surprise at my sudden touch, but she couldn't overpower me. Our tongues tangled stickily, and soon she was lost in the kiss, still clutching my arm.

"Haa... Haa... Haa."

Pulling away left a string of saliva dangling. Her wet eyes gazed up at me.

"How was your first kiss?"

"It, it..."

"Yeah?"

"Felt like lightning. It was g-good. B-but..."

Her head dipped shyly as she spoke, flustered. My hand had naturally slipped into her top during our talk.

"Ah, ah..."

Pop, pop. Buttons undone, her elastic breasts spilled out. She looked lost, unsure what to do. Worried she'd bolt if I hesitated, I stripped her top quickly and buried my face in her chest. The soft skin and thick feminine scent made my cock harden instantly.

"Agh...!"

I bit down hard on her breast, then lavished her nipple with my tongue. Her body shuddered violently. Overwhelmed by her first male caress.

"Ah, uh... P-producer... Ah... Ungh...!"

"Call me oppa."

"O-oppa...! Hnng!"

I teased her breasts, kissed her again, repeating until her body heated up. According to the appraisal, she was baby-level inexperienced. Rushing with her—unlike the others—could backfire or traumatize her.

After thorough foreplay, her expression softened. She clearly loved her first taste of sexual pleasure. So I slid my hand down to her pussy.

Time to advance...

"Ah...!"

Where'd her senses come back from? Her arms snatched my hand away from her crotch. Her tense eyes met mine.

"D-down there... no."

"Yeah?"

"S-sorry, but..."

"'Cause it's your first time?"

She nodded slowly. Didn't want to lose it here, I figured, so I pulled back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠understandingly.

Tsk. Too bad.

My dick was throbbing, but I didn't need to finish with her specifically. And for her meaningful first time, she probably didn't want this messy paperwork-strewn studio.

In that sense, Ria...

She'd come fully committed. Love for Ria bloomed anew.

"Uh..."

She looked flustered as I backed off easily. Relieved yet uneasy at my casual retreat.

Maybe that's why.

"P-producer."

"Yeah?"

She called me in a small, trembling voice.

"I-I'll make you feel good too..."

She buried her face in my neck and started licking. But it was worse than my house pet. The appraisal explained it...

"Lower. Get it wetter with saliva."

"...Like this?"

"Tease with the tip of your tongue. Feels better."

"Lick..."

I'd teach her how to please me, step by step. Couldn't take her virginity, but taming the baseball goddess to my taste was reward enough. She picked it up quick, which was fun.

By the end of our first "lesson," I'd gotten her sniffing my cock and kissing the head.

And next...

"Cut the next game with a quality start, and we'll move to the next lesson?"

"Y-yes? Y-yes..."

Her eyes glazed as she nodded faintly to my demand. Next time, I'd teach her how to please a man—me. Might as well make her beg me to fuck her myself.

The baseball world buzzed with the emergence of a 150 km/h fastball pitcher. Sure, it was always noisy, but this intensity was different. Because the controversial star was Han Jimin—the man rewriting drama history as an actor, no less.

Fans' interest in him skyrocketed, spilling over into...

The Perfect Man, which topped 35% last week, smashed 40% in the next episode. BOZ's phones—and Jimin's personal one—lit up. Not just that: his song Dive in Love reverse-charted to #2.

Baseball fans, indifferent to dramas or music, flooded in from Ultimate Baseball, creating explosive synergy.

Then Ultimate Baseball Episode 3 aired: KBC Phoenix vs. Busan Minions.

The league's weakest, but still pros. Minions fielded a 1.5 army roster. Phoenix: retirees and released players itching for another shot. And they'd announced Han Jimin as pitcher—the one freaking out fans.

Amateur guy hurling 150 km/h vs. pros. Baseball fans had to watch.

When his first pitch left his hand...

"What the fuck?!"

Minions' first-team manager Serina shot up, cursing on air. Every viewer understood.

Had to.

A high-velocity splitter rare even in MLB slammed the catcher's mitt. True to form, furious fans tore into a certain player who'd bombed with a similar pitch last season.

But that lasted moments. His second pitch shifted the chat instantly.

Skill defying baseball logic, unfolding on a variety program. Shocking.